He walked away a few steps, then turned and looked at her where she sat
on the bench demurely sewing. It occurred to him that she was _too_
demure. Besides, he had discovered something.

"Er--it is true that I found your stable empty," he said, while his eyes
probed hers, "but, curiously enough, it seems to have been recently
occupied."

"Yes?" was the non-committal reply.

"Yes," he echoed, with a touch of iron in his voice. "And you can insure
our leaving you more quickly if you will tell me where these horses have
been hidden."

Mrs. Cary did not raise her eyes.

"Granted that we _had_ them," she said, "I'm afraid I must trouble you
to look for them. Otherwise there would be no sense in trying to protect
my property."

"Right again," he acknowledged, but did not swerve from what he had to
do. "Orderly," he commanded, "report to Lieutenant Harris at the stables
and have him hunt the woods and swamp for hidden horses. Hurry! We must
leave in half an hour."

As Morrison spoke his eye fell on the roadway and he started
perceptibly. When he turned back to the woman on the bench it was with a
sterner light in his eye.